C164 As Expected You Have Learned Taekwondo Before

"Yeah, spill the exclusive scoop already!"

Liu Wenming and Zhou Hengyu chimed in.

"Well, it's not that big of a deal. I found out Instructor Yang is a Taekwondo expert," Ma Chenchen remarked as she sipped her tea.

"Nani? That's it?" Liu Wenming exclaimed in surprise.

"I was expecting some juicy exclusive. What's so special about Instructor Yang knowing Taekwondo? It's just for show," Zhou Hengyu commented.

Ma Chenchen flicked her ponytail and countered, "It's not just for show. Today, I saw Instructor Yang smash two bricks with a single palm! Lin Dong was summoned this afternoon, and it's quite possible she plans to use Taekwondo as a means of 'education.'"

Her face was animated as she spoke, drawing the attention of Liu Wenming and Zhou Hengyu.

Lin Dong furrowed his brow slightly.

"What are you on about? I wasn't aware that Instructor Yang is a Taekwondo master, but why should it matter to me? Is she going to hit me or something?" he questioned.

Ma Chenchen nodded affirmatively, "Yep! It's quite possible! That's why I'm giving you a heads-up to be prepared!"

"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?" Lin Dong said with a laugh, clearly unconcerned.

Despite not knowing where Ma Chenchen had gotten her information, even if Yang Zitan was a Taekwondo master, she wouldn't actually strike Lin Dong. Yang Zitan had more integrity than that!

Liu Wenming and Zhou Hengyu were even less enthused.

"And here I was, thinking it was something big. If Instructor Yang could take a swing at Lin Dong, I'd be cheering her on!"

"Exactly! I've been dying to see him take a hit. Having to look at that handsome face every day is pretty irritating, you know!"

"It'd be great if she turned him into a pig's head, just to give us some peace of mind!"

"Hehe, well said!"

Zhou Hengyu and Liu Wenming bantered back and forth.

They were clearly joking, and Lin Dong wasn't bothered in the least.

Seeing everyone so laid-back, Ma Chenchen seized the moment to order an expensive dish—beef belly wrapped chicken.

Liu Wenming's face fell at the mention of the price.

The dish was a whopping 80 yuan!

Out of concern for his reputation, Liu Wenming reluctantly agreed.

He was well aware of Ma Chenchen's influence among the girls and her wide circle of acquaintances. If he refused her now and got labeled as stingy, his chances of finding a girlfriend would surely plummet.

After all, nobody wants to be stuck with a miserly guy.

Lin Dong and Zhou Hengyu ordered a few dishes, and everyone began their lunch. During the meal, they video chatted with Tian Chao. Seeing everyone enjoying their meal in the kitchen, Tian Chao was green with envy. He wished he could join them, but with his leg in a cast, he was confined to his hospital bed. It would be several days before he could be discharged, so for now, he could only watch longingly.

However, with Lin Dong's assistance, he had struck up a lively conversation with a girl named Meng Bao, which kept him from feeling too bored. After the call ended, lunchtime wrapped up.

"I'm heading to the office. You guys head back on your own," Lin Dong said as he bid Liu Wenming and Zhou Hengyu farewell.

"Good luck to you!" they replied.

"I'll say a prayer for you, hoping you make it back in one piece!" they added in unison.

Lin Dong responded with a playful middle finger before saying goodbye to Ma Chenchen and heading to the office.

Upon arriving, Lin Dong peered through the window before entering, but didn't spot Yang Zitan. It looked like Yang Zitan was still out to lunch and hadn't returned. Lin Dong breathed a sigh of relief; he wasn't exactly eager to encounter Instructor Yang. Her temper was known to be quite fiery, and her commanding presence often left Lin Dong feeling somewhat intimidated.

Standing at the door, he noticed it was ajar. After a brief pause, he decided to step inside and made his way to Yang Zitan's desk. Sitting down in boredom, he began to mimic Instructor Yang's voice, "Lin Dong, why are you so late?! What do you want?"

Playing along, he responded to himself, "I want to hit you. I've heard you're pretty tough. If you keep being mean, I'm going to punch you in the face!"

Then, switching roles again, he pretended to be Yang Zitan, turning around with a look of mock fear, "Oh no, I won't do it again, I promise I won't be mean to you anymore!"

He burst into laughter at his own antics.

Lin Dong chuckled at his own antics.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself?"

A raspy voice echoed.

Lin Dong glanced over and to his surprise, it was Yang Zitan!

She had somehow managed to sneak up behind him, arms folded, silently observing Lin Dong's antics.

"Instructor Yang, you've arrived!"

Lin Dong rose to his feet, his cheeks tinged with embarrassment.

He had been facing away from the door and had not anticipated Yang Zitan's arrival.

Does Yang Zitan move so silently?

Lin Dong mused internally.

Yang Zitan looked on with a mocking smile. "I noticed you were quite pleased with yourself just now. It seemed like you were itching to take a swing at me!"

Lin Dong's face fell.

This was bad; Yang Zitan had witnessed his entire charade.

He awkwardly scratched his chin, "I was just messing around, trying to lighten the mood, haha."

Yang Zitan remained silent and walked behind her desk.

Lin Dong quickly stepped aside.

He deeply regretted his impulsiveness. Why had he acted out such a scene at Yang Zitan's desk?

And to be caught in the act!

He was certain he had just fueled Yang Zitan's ire.

What was he thinking?

Yang Zitan took a seat, crossing her legs. "It's good to unwind. You seemed quite formidable just now. Have you ever studied Taekwondo?"

Lin Dong shook his head, "No, I'm not trained in any martial arts."

"Well, you're in luck. This afternoon, you'll accompany me to the Martial Arts Club to be my sparring partner," Yang Zitan said, tapping her fingers.

"Sparring partner? But Instructor, I'm just a student," Lin Dong replied, his face contorting into an expression of dismay.

He recalled Ma Chenchen's revelation from earlier that day, claiming Yang Zitan was a Taekwondo expert.

He hadn't expected Yang Zitan to casually confirm it herself, let alone recruit him as her sparring partner.

Considering Yang Zitan's temperament, and the fact that Lin Dong had already crossed her several times, if he really went along as her sparring partner, wouldn't he be asking for a beating?

Lin Dong had no desire to subject himself to hardship.

He quickly flashed a smile and said, "Instructor Yang, I acknowledge my mistake. I'd rather not join the practice today; my stomach is acting up."

"Enough excuses, you're coming with me," Yang Zitan stated firmly.

"Get your things and meet me in the parking lot," she instructed before rising and exiting the office.

Watching her graceful departure, Lin Dong felt a profound sense of helplessness. Yang Zitan was resolute in her decision to discipline him.

There was no room for refusal.

If Lin Dong didn't show up, Yang Zitan might very well escalate the situation to something even more severe.

Her reputation for dealing with others was legendary at the school; even the small kitchen's manager, someone not typically involved, was well aware of her tactics.

After some thought, Lin Dong resigned himself to his fate.

After all, sparring usually involved wearing protective gear. It was just a matter of taking a few hits. Lin Dong was confident he could handle it.